She came on the winds,as a perfectly shaped dream.Her stunning black skirt,and blouse coloured cream. Although with a friend,she had there in tow.A cinema companionand so, soon to go. We started to chat,and both our smiles came,then something ignited.A slow burning flame. Time seemed to stop,My heart it did pound.I knew that a true friend,at last had been found. It took a few weeks,before I saw her again.The same pub as b...

We may not let our heroes fade with timeLest martyrs be erased from honor's scrollWe must make sure the memories stay sublimeOf deeds that still define our nation's soul Collectively we share the warriors' painAnd cradle fallen soldiers of all kinds We soothe the brows of patriots againTo feel their sacrifices in our minds So raise your glasses to the ones who gaveAnd let the poppies bloom upon your chestWe celebrate the...

What means this palpitation in my breast,This savage wild elation in my mind?What power is this O'er my soul impressedThat my sentient will is undermined,Leaving me prey to inchoate desires,Feverish with overwhelming yearning?Can this be love that has lighted such firesThat my very soul with lust is burning?Against this force, I have no sure defence,And a thousand darts loosed from Cupid's bowHave pierced my flesh, sweet...

I collect nickels. I like the smooth edges. They seem unpretentious.  They will never amass a fortune. To buy even a book you need to stack them high. I keep them for sentimental reasons. I made a wish with one a long time ago. It was about dedication,  a lifetime of commitment. But...  it is an empty life time that has passed. It tears across me like a razor blade.  I never cried so hard. As I stared at that mossy founta...

Her lips wrap around the instrument giving lifeThe flow of the music from her flute is playingThe notes are like the air she needs to breatheHer finger tips softly caressing the keysThe melody it produces lingers in her skinThe same blood flowing within her veinsHer hair swaying as she plays the fluteThe music is giving life to her burning soulThe pleasure of watching her play the tuneHer eyes reading the music sheet of n...

To the bone, flayed through fleshand torn awayfrom the tendons and ligamentsof a tortured body.Moans of regret,mourning sensitivity,singular lossbefore the dawningof renewed passion.You have felt it beforeand wish for it no more;no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping,and waiting patientlyfor your destiny, writ in your sleeplessdreams.It is the last time that your eyes seek to seesomeonepassing through dusty cor...

Stolen kisses beneath the OakA flash of a breast in the moonlightTentative touches under the cover of darknessMuted pleasures as we veil ourselves in the forestAphrodite-like perfection masquerading as ArtemisSummer longing turns to Autumn lustWinter's icy kiss becomes the whispered vows of SpringLibation to Apollo as we unite in a field in full bloomPlaying joyful songs as my bride dances in the meadowAnd we lay beneath...

I pause for a long breath.My hands under tension with the pressure to perform.How silent the written word.Be it joy or anger calamity or furry.It is a whisper in your mind.An illusion unique to the human condition.It is not a story I have come to tell.That would just force my illusions to double up and never come down.No.I have come to hammer my blows home.Not your home, mine.I can not justify my life you know.My words, d...

I am just a balloon lost in the sky.A friend and victim of the four winds.Where does a man belong?Where does he truly live?Only reflected within his lover's eye.Me? I am just a balloon lost in the sky.Perhaps, god's eyes are the bluest blue.Perhaps, I know nothing true.If love were in my heart all the days of my life, I would be more careful.But then again, lady, any risk for you.I am just a balloon surfing the storms.The...

Lonely hours into the night, battling tears and losing the fight;Broken heart that few will see; shattered spirit inside of me;Serene facade, despair within; pondering life, as it would have been;Growing old I can foresee, a dismal road ahead of me;Time moves on, memories to hold; An empty world as my life unfolds. 

Through the meadow she softly tread; Her bruised and broken body bled;Careful to weave to and fro, no droplets left behind to show; The path she took for her escape, on the night of her brutal rape;He was passed out drunk once again; and didn't stir as she crept from him;She'd waited 'til the dead of night; before she began her freedom flight;No longer would her husband be the master of her destiny.  

It cost me a lot of skin to learn the language of poetry.But then again, yesterday, I was painting my walls with an apology that was in the end self serving and far too long.I never could leave a page blank without a sense of wonder at something so useless. Who first pounded out their heart on the white void?Must have been a black smith who lost his way.It gets cold as hell out here where there are no lines to guide.I'd s...

I move my feetThey will not obeyI'm stuck right hereWhere I will stayI make honest stridesTo leave this placeNo one sees I try,It makes my heart acheThere's a block in my mindOr somewhere in my soulKeeping me behindKeeping me from my goalI need to find a way to clearThis consuming voidBefore I no longer hearThe sound of my own voiceThis is the first I could penDown from the deepI feel slightly lighterAnd it's simpler to j...

Sometimes I think I live on the dark side of paradise.Living under the setting sun without shelter.Pushing sin through my veins without remorse or covatry.Subliminal candle flames and a mind-altering soliloquy.Paying for the ticket to the show with my poetry and a pound of flesh.So I pay a heavy price....don't you?Love is a place I go when my sweat has run dry.I never worked harder than when I lay my head back and tried t...

 I have come to see.That time its self is bound between you and me.All the night I am not free.In the day you go away.Tomorrow comes, again and again, a memory yet to be.All this sorrow all this pain are the fertile ground on which we lay seed.We the destiny of passions crop.But what of destiny?What of the deed?When come the reaper's scythe?Is such a thing legion or myth.Or is it the game of time, and the seconds rip.Who...